Sevastopol, who goes to Sevastopol for a beach vacation? Is what everyone in Dnepropetrovsk asked us when we were boarding the night train. We really didn't have an answer to that question, only that we heard somewhere, somehow this was the place to be. Sevastopol is a beautiful city which is only 230 years old, surrounded by the beautiful black sea and monuments to remember the dark side of the wars.

Sadly Ali wasn't with us to enjoy the last world adventure. His world tour ended on July 9th, and he will be writing his insights in the next post.

Sevastopol was all about enjoying life the Ukrainian way. Some sort of alcohol from the morning until the next morning when it was time to sleep, followed by borsht for breakfast and sheesha for dinner. Of course this wasn't done in the same place all the time, we explored Sevastopol the proper way, saw everything (so we thought) we could see.

• Chersonessos, the beautiful ruins that are only 2,500 years old, with amazing history and continuous archaeology explorations.
• 35 Seacost Battery, which explained what happened in the war, while we stood almost in tears looking up all the names and the only pictures they have restored of the fallen. Which was an amazing tour and surprising completely free of charge.
• Balaklava Bay, a hidden little bay but with a secret underground tunnel-plant for submarines repair. Which is an awful tour and you should never ever go unless something changes in the next 20 years.
• Cape Fiolent, one of the most beautiful, hard to get places in the Crimea. Takes 800 steps to walk down to the beautiful beach, where the only way out is a ship to the Balaklava (see above) or up those 800 (which feels like 1500) steps.
• And various, various beaches the curved our craving for a cold beer, and a good game of cards.

On our last day, we met some people who were also tourist who asked us where we had been, and what we had seen. We felt proud to answer the questions as we felt like seasoned locals of Sevastopol, it could of been the false confidence of the downtown Sevastopol apartment and the great energy of our friend Igor. Only to be squashed down and pushed off our pedestal by the tourists saying, "Really, that's all you have seen?". On that sad note we learned, we only saw about 10% of Sevastopol. But now at least we knew the real answer to the question, "What is there really to do in Sevastopol"? The true answer is a mild laughter followed by "are you kidding me?".

The last night in Sevastopol crept so fast it seemed only I was feeling the walls closing in. This meant that was my last night on my world tour, the next couple nights would be in a train to Kiev and a flight to Toronto. This meant, I was going back to homeland, English speaking civilization, with  responsibilities and stress. It has been almost three weeks since I landed in Toronto, where I am taking a breather before going back to Calgary to face reality. Can't wait to see what our minds comes up with for our last 2 blog posts on this incredible journey. Stay tuned for the finale.

Anna